For my first ‘real’ post I thought I would write a summary of events so far….My wife and I met after university and after enjoying city life with our friends (most of which have now moved to London) our jobs took us into a more rural setting. After getting married and finally finishing decorating our new house (well it is nearly finished 4 years later…) it was time to think about the idea of becoming parents. I cannot imagine anyone deciding one day that “Yes, now is the time in my life when I am completely ready to have children”. You can always find some kind of excuse, probably either work or money related, to put this decision off until “next year”. At the end of the day if you are sure you both want kids then you will just have to go for it! You also don’t know how long it will take you to conceive and as much as it might seems a good idea to wait until that next promotion or step up the pay scale, there are definite risks with holding off too long.
So we decided to start trying and worked out the time-scale in order to aim for a September birth. We missed that date but after looking for advice on the initially intimidating world of mumsnet, discovered that thee were all kinds of apps and tests that could be done to work out ovulation times. So armed with ‘fertility friend’ and a thermometer we managed to conceive. The moment the 2 lines on the test went pink was a moment of great joy but also surprise (my wife was convinced she wasn’t pregnant before hand), relief – that everything did work and that I was as ‘manly’ as the next guy (I am obviously not alone in thinking this as my already dad male friends will often say ‘Well done’ and give me what I can only assume is a secret handshake into the world of Fatherhood!) and an amount of trepidation about how much this was going to change our lives (I am now reliable informed that the answer to this will be A LOT!).
Surprisingly, not a lot changed initially although my wife had just organised her sister’s hen-do and luckily didn’t blame me too-much when she had to sit on the side in the spa and drink mocktails in the club while trying to pretend she wasn’t pregnant. The first time it really hit home was the first scan – the focus of my next post.